PEGGY-IN-THE-RAIN
She nodded vigorously.
"But say it, Peggy—dear."
After a moment, "You're to … go," she said. "Oh, please, please don't make it any harder!"
"Then it is hard, Peggy?"
There was no answer.
"Well, I will go," he said after a moment, "for a little while, Peggy."
"But—you said," she faltered.
"That I'd—leave you alone?" he asked with a little laugh. "Yes, but you were to tell me you didn't care, dear."
"I did!"
"No." He shook his head. "The words said it; Peggy, but your eyes—Shall I tell you what your eyes said?"
Again there was no reply. He laughed softly, triumphantly.
"If you must go, Peggy, go. I won't keep you any longer. But you must tell me first where I am to see you again, and when."
"No, this is good-by."
"It is not good-by. There can be no good-by between us, Peggy-in-the-Rain! To-night at
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